Coming home to spring

March 13, 2018

It’s often hard for me to return home from California, a place of such obvious beauty, still so foreign to me. This past trip, I was obsessed with the smell of eucalyptus driving down Highway 1 and the surprisingly lulling sound of the fog hornson the Golden Gate Bridge. They blew almost every night of our trip, like some great sleeping monster snoring out in the Bay.

But Texas has rolled out the red carpet weather for us — the snapdragons have bloomed in my wife’s garden, and the trees in the front yard are “coming into leaf… like something almost being said.”